Poetry about organ donation

1. What poem is used to praise someone's organ donation after death? No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, infinite scenery is occupied.

Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.

After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet?

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

Fierce-browed, I coolly defy a thousand pointing fingers, Head-bowed, like a willing ox I serve the children.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

Come with a heart, not a blade of grass.

With an empty heart, I will be proud of the frost and snow in winter. Life is dull and indifferent, and life is virtuous.

Section after section, thousands of branches and leaves. I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies.

If you want to eliminate disasters for saints, you are willing to decline and cherish the old.

2. The story about organ donation (short point) I will never forget 1965 That hot summer day, my mother, who was only 36 years old, died of a sudden illness. In the late afternoon, a policeman visited and asked his father's opinion to let the hospital use his mother's aortic valve and cornea. I was stunned. Those doctors want to dismember mom and give her everything to others! I couldn't restrain my pain and rushed into my room with tears in my eyes.

I was fourteen years old, and I didn't understand why others wanted anything from the people I loved. Then my father replied to the police officer, "Yes."

"How can you let them treat their mother like this!" I cried to my father, "My mother came into this world intact and should leave intact."

"Linda," he said softly, hugging me, "the most precious gift you can give others is a part of yourself. A long time ago, your mother and I thought that if we could help others recover after death, then our death would be meaningful. " He told me that they had decided to donate organs after death. My father's inspiring words taught me the most important lesson in my life.

How many years passed, I got married and had my own home. From 65438 to 0980, my father suffered from severe emphysema and moved in with us. In the following six years, the realistic and profound question of life and death became a topic we often discussed.

He told me happily that he wanted to donate all the organs that were still intact after his death, especially his eyes. "If only a blind child could see the light again with our help and draw a horse as lifelike as your daughter Wendy!"

Wendy likes drawing horses since she was a child, and her works have won many awards. The father said, "Imagine how proud other parents would be if their daughters could be like Wendy." Besides, how proud you will be when you know that my eyes have worked. "

I told Wendy my father's wishes. With tears in his eyes, the child walked over and hugged his grandfather tightly. She is fourteen years old-just the age when I first heard about the donation, but the reaction of mother and daughter is quite different.

My father died suddenly on April 1986+0 1, and we donated his eyes according to his instructions. Three days later, Wendy told me, "Mom, I'm really proud of everything you've done for grandpa."

"Does this make you proud?" I asked.

"Of course, have you ever thought how painful it would be to see nothing? After I died, I also gave my eyes to a blind man like my grandfather. "

At this moment, I realized that my father gave me more than just a pair of corneas, and what he left behind was still reflected in my daughter's eyes-how proud! When I hugged Wendy that day, what I didn't expect was that just two weeks later, the gifted little Wendy was killed in a traffic accident, and a truck ran over her mercilessly while riding and whipping. When I signed it, her words echoed in my ears: Have you ever thought about how painful it would be if you couldn't see anything?

Three weeks after Wendy's death, we received a letter from Brave Cornea Bank in Oregon.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Rivers,

Corneal transplantation was very successful. Now, these two blind people have seen the light of day again. They have become a living memorial of your love, a girl who loves life very much and has the honor to share her beauty for life.

If the recipient has a chance to visit our hometown, falls in love with horses and sits down to paint, I think I know who this generous "donor" is-Wendy's brush is still waving and her blue eyes are still shining with pride.

3. praise a donation and praise you! volunteer

You come from all over the country,

Rush to the earthquake-stricken area.

From different places,

For the same purpose.

Treat the victim as a relative,

Carry the national tragedy on everyone's shoulders

Put aside your career and work,

Discuss the meaning of value.

The safety of the victims,

The rest of the victims,

Social stability,

It's in your best interest.

Put life and death aside,

Step on dangerous feet.

Now that I am a volunteer,

You donated yourself.

Swear on the fate of the victim,

Dare to be tenacious enemies with death.

There are rich bosses among you;

There are also brothers who have the land;

There are migrant workers;

There are also white-collar workers;

There are also veterans;

More angelic doctors;

With respect,

Praise you,

Volunteers,

The image of the new era,

An example of Chinese studies!

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I will never forget the 4.50-word organ donation story 1965 that hot summer day. My mother, only 36 years old, died of a sudden illness. In the late afternoon, a policeman visited and asked his father's opinion to let the hospital use his mother's aortic valve and cornea. I was stunned. Those doctors want to dismember mom and give her everything to others! I couldn't restrain my pain and rushed into my room with tears in my eyes.

I was fourteen years old, and I didn't understand why others wanted anything from the people I loved. Then my father replied to the police officer, "Yes."

"How can you let them treat their mother like this!" I cried to my father, "My mother came into this world intact and should leave intact."

"Linda," he said softly, hugging me, "the most precious gift you can give others is a part of yourself. A long time ago, your mother and I thought that if we could help others recover after death, then our death would be meaningful. " He told me that they had decided to donate organs after death. My father's inspiring words taught me the most important lesson in my life.

How many years passed, I got married and had my own home. From 65438 to 0980, my father suffered from severe emphysema and moved in with us. In the following six years, the realistic and profound question of life and death became a topic we often discussed.

He told me happily that he wanted to donate all the organs that were still intact after his death, especially his eyes. "If only a blind child could see the light again with our help and draw a horse as lifelike as your daughter Wendy!"

Wendy likes drawing horses since she was a child, and her works have won many awards. The father said, "Imagine how proud other parents would be if their daughters could be like Wendy." Besides, how proud you will be when you know that my eyes have worked. "

I told Wendy my father's wishes. With tears in his eyes, the child walked over and hugged his grandfather tightly. She is fourteen years old-just the age when I first heard about the donation, but the reaction of mother and daughter is quite different.

My father died suddenly on April 1986+0 1, and we donated his eyes according to his instructions. Three days later, Wendy told me, "Mom, I'm really proud of everything you've done for grandpa."

"Does this make you proud?" I asked.

"Of course, have you ever thought how painful it would be to see nothing? After I died, I also gave my eyes to a blind man like my grandfather. "

At this moment, I realized that my father gave me more than just a pair of corneas, and what he left behind was still reflected in my daughter's eyes-how proud! When I hugged Wendy that day, what I didn't expect was that just two weeks later, the gifted little Wendy was killed in a traffic accident, and a truck ran over her mercilessly while riding and whipping. When I signed it, her words echoed in my ears: Have you ever thought about how painful it would be if you couldn't see anything?

Three weeks after Wendy's death, we received a letter from Brave Cornea Bank in Oregon.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Rivers,

Corneal transplantation was very successful. Now, these two blind people have seen the light of day again. They have become a living memorial of your love, a girl who loves life very much and has the honor to share her beauty for life.

If the recipient has a chance to visit our hometown, falls in love with horses and sits down to paint, I think I know who this generous "donor" is-Wendy's brush is still waving and her blue eyes are still shining with pride.

I wrote an article about "eternal life" this morning, and suddenly remembered that we learned an article about organ donation last week. I was wondering what organs I could donate, so I searched the internet for relevant information.

At present, the common ones are: blood, cornea, kidney, bone marrow, skin, bones, remains and so on. China Red Cross Society has set up different organ banks according to the scale and specialty of hospitals in different places.

Such as bone bank, bone marrow bank, corneal bank, etc. A natural person who has reached the age of 18 and has full capacity for civil conduct may donate living organs, and a written consent certificate shall be provided before donation.

Donors who donate living organs should not endanger their lives. If a natural person is willing to donate organs after death, there shall be a written certificate of consent to donate; Those who only verbally agree to donate shall comply with the following provisions.